"_Some said 'John, print it,' others said, 'Not so,'
Some said 'It might do good,' others said 'No.'_"
IT'S the month when, by a logical amount of reasoning, the housekeeper
is persuaded that she can easily treat her family to roasted veal, at
least once a week, without any member of it entering a complaint. She
tries it. The second time serving it threatens to go a-begging, and
the third time there is so much left over that it can't be worked up
in seven days--when, by her reckoning, another knuckle is due. People
do tire of veal in short order, even those who have a liking for it,
for some reason or other. I am inclined to think that a good many
times the "tired feeling" sets in because of the way it is served--not
enough is done to prepare the palate for it.